Perfection = Hera Cruel.

"Nice place!" Hera mused as she entered the grand receiving area of the house. Her eyes slowly traveled from across the room and then landed on Nigel, the man who let her in. 

"And you must be Nigel?" she assessed the butler with a short smile. "I thought you were old, but you seem younger than I expected. Charlotte told me lots of things about you."

Nigel maintained a stoic countenance, but in his mind, he was more surprised to see her this close. It was as though he was staring at Felice or Florence, but her aura exuded something else that made her different from those two. 

"The madam will come down in a bit," said the butler. "For now, please make yourself at home."

Hera snorted. "How can I feel at home when I am already home?"

Nigel gulped but didn't say anything. If Florence heard that, she would be extremely mad.